On the dimly lit lunar surface, two enormous black spheres hovered in midair.
When the black spheres liquefied and dispersed into eight billiard-ball-sized black orbs, two figures beca visible.
One was Izayoi, whose entire body was clad in a pale-green chakra aura; the other was Uchiha Madara, wearing combat gear beneath a red armor coat.
Their Tenseigan and Rinnegan—each harboring formidable ocular power—let them see clearly despite the moon having lost its artificial sun. The two stood facing each other.
In the next instant, with an earthshaking rumble, thick, massive tree branches burst up from the lunar ground, hurtling either at Izayoi or at Madara, or snaking between them.
Izayoi did not counter with the Truth-Seeking Balls; every one of those branches contained Six Paths Senjutsu chakra, among the rare energies capable of withstanding a Truth-Seeking Ball.
Pressing one hand against a single black Ball as it floated before him, Izayoi caused that Truth-Seeking Ball’s surface to beco coated again in a layer of black material—the power of the "chakra orbs."
What kind of terrifying might would a Truth-Seeking Ball, already brimming with ruinous force, display once it also carried the creative power of the "chakra orbs"?
The answer ca imdiately:
Slash—!
A dazzling, razor-sharp golden light tore through the darkness. Even from far away, Madara found the golden glow incredibly intense to the eye, and the threat it posed made him reflexively summon two Limbo clones, placing them out front.
He was far too familiar with this golden beam. In the last fight, it was precisely this technique of nearly infinite range that had blasted him from the moon back down to Earth.
But this ti, the golden beam did not stretch on limitlessly, and it was not aid at Madara.
Instead, with a crackling sound—like cloth tearing—the golden sword ford by the fused Truth-Seeking Ball and chakra orbs simply whirled about in Izayoi’s hand. As though it were the Ruyi Jingu Bang, he simply swung a few arcs through the air, and every massive, snake-like branch that lunged over got sliced apart.
Done with that, Izayoi continued pouring chakra into the golden sword, thrusting it in a certain direction.
The blade shot out at the speed of light. In a flash it extended and halted, right at the tip of a Limbo shadow—one only Izayoi and Madara could see—attempting to sneak up while Izayoi was seemingly distracted.
"Sage Art... Storm Release: Light Fang!"
Just then, a sharp whistling noise cut the air.
No need to turn his head; Izayoi, with 360-degree sight from the Tenseigan, saw at a glance that on the cut cross-section of the tree trunk below, a half-bodied Madara had erged, unleashing a purple laser aid at Izayoi.
Compared with either Darui’s Storm Release or Izayoi’s own secret arts, Madara’s violet Storm Laser seed pitifully thin and small. Yet that delicate beam contained an otherworldly energy—its speed was no less than Izayoi’s Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion.
With no ti to dodge, Izayoi swiftly directed one Truth-Seeking Ball to intercept the violet beam, while conjuring about ten or so "chakra orbs" at his wrist.
When the lethal Truth-Seeking Ball, which annihilates anything on contact, collided with the flash of violet stormlight, an unbelievable sight unfolded.
Monts ago so imposing—capable of destroying the artificial sun by a single detonation—the Truth-Seeking Ball was actually cut in two by that tiny violet beam, which then continued zipping toward Izayoi.
"Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion!"
Izayoi’s wristful of chakra orbs promptly expanded into a spinning greenish wheel, morphing into an enormous tornado that roared forward. This natural-disaster-level tempest succeeded in shattering the violet beam and, still carrying unstoppable montum, rushed downward. It pulverized the tree trunk and the Wood Clone below, then whipped around in a curve, hurtling at Madara’s true body.
Whether it was light or wind, both were unbelievably fast. Even though Izayoi and Madara could see them coming, they had little hope of outmaneuvering them. Unless using space-ti abilities, pure flying speed was outclassed—like horse-drawn cart chasing a racecar.
Before either could absorb the wind or set up a barrier—these had soared to a realm beyond normal ninjutsu—Madara simply gave a small grunt and summoned the Limbo shadows. Those invisible guardians shielded him, forcibly scattering the tornado.
Boom—
As the attack subsided, Madara’s newly transford wood appendage was demolished. He then manipulated his black orbs to form a shield from other directions.
Realizing long-range assaults would do no good, Izayoi and Madara locked eyes and, as if in silent accord, launched themselves at each other.
A golden sword stretched out from Izayoi’s fist, whiplashing with unstoppable force. Madara brandished his six-ringed staff (Six Paths Rod) in response; the weapons clashed.
The sword’s sharpness, even surpassing Storm Release: Laser Circus, still failed to cut through Madara’s staff. Indeed, the staff was ford similarly to the Truth-Seeking Balls, yet carried powerful yang-chakra just like the combined black-orb-plus-"chakra orbs" sword in Izayoi’s hand.
For a mont, they seed evenly matched. Yet in short order, after a dozen furious collisions, Izayoi increased his chakra output, raising the golden sword’s length to about ten ters and bringing it down in a fierce overhead slash.
Though turned into a massive blade, it still struck with blistering speed. Madara, holding the staff in both hands, braced to block, while a Limbo shadow darted from behind, heading for Izayoi.
CLANG—!
The giant golden blade hamred onto the staff. It could not break Madara’s rod, but its terrifying power sent Madara crashing downward onto the lunar surface.
As the Limbo clone lunged from behind, Izayoi—both hands on the sword—could not dodge. So he sent out one Truth-Seeking Ball to defend, shapeshifting it into a black spiked lance that impaled the invisible shadow.
Simultaneously, the remaining orbs rged into a giant black sphere, enveloping Izayoi.
A split-second later, the black sphere’s surface appeared full of bullet-like holes, as though hamred by an unseen barrage. Yet peering through those holes, one found emptiness.
As though a certain trigger had been t, the large black sphere abruptly lost shape, plunging away and exploding outward.
Back to the lunar ground: with a deafening impact, the collision triggered an enormous detonation.
Via illusions ford by "chakra orbs" plus a tily combination of Heavenly Transfer Jutsu Flying Thunder God, Izayoi had teleported out from inside the sphere to behind Madara, who had just used a subtree or Wood Clone to guard himself. Izayoi’s palm aid at Madara as he unleashed:
"Five Dragon Devastation!"
The orbs at Izayoi’s wrist coalesced into five differently colored dragons, which fused into a single five-colored lesser dragon. In a roar that shook all beasts, it instantly grew into a five-colored giant dragon, roaring with unstoppable might to engulf Madara.
The draconic wave pressed on, slicing a massive gash across the lunar surface, continuing onward until it soared off into the void beyond the satellite.
Protected by his orbs, Madara remained unscathed but was carried along as the five-colored behemoth slamd him off the moon. Staring all around, Madara realized he had soared far away from the moon’s orbit—no Earth or satellite in sight—only drifting asteroids and one or two other planets.
"Does that brat want a stamina war in deep space?" Madara muttered with a cold smile. "If that’s the plan, he’s mistaken. I still have near-infinite chakra reserves in this Six Paths state. He can’t possibly outlast . He’s burning more chakra per second than I am."
A quiet voice answered, "Then let’s test it."
Izayoi’s voice erged from behind him. Using his extraordinary perception, Madara had seen the approach, so he calmly turned, staff whirling to et Izayoi’s golden blade. The two soared and clashed, brandishing only basic swings, no more huge techniques.
With the Rinnegan and Tenseigan scanning everything, each soared about, faking weaknesses to lure the other into a fruitless over-commitnt. Occasionally they launched large-scale ninjutsu that pulverized drifting asteroids, like cosmic fireworks.
Eventually, both realized each was trying to force the other to overspend chakra, so they decreased big jutsu usage. For two days and nights, the pair dueled in space with pure sword-and-staff. Madara exhausted about thirty percent of his chakra. Izayoi’s consumption proved even heavier, as Tenseigan Chakra Mode plus the extended Golden Wheel Reincarnation Blades drained him nonstop.
Were it not for the boost from his "Ōtsutsuki Bloodline (Multi-Color)"—Izayoi would have long since run dry. But after that protracted battle, both n’s vast chakra reserves were whittled down drastically.
At last, Izayoi’s Tenseigan aura automatically dissipated. Seeing this, Madara—himself equally worn out though still retaining about thirty percent chakra—breathed out relief, wearing a triumphant smile:
"It’s my victory."
But even as Madara proclaid this, the sweat-soaked Izayoi curved his lips in a grin and replied:
"No... I have won."
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